Hi, Tashewa here. I'm really sorry for any 'Jake's instead of Jack ;)

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It's been days now; I don't think I'm going to survive.

All I can here is the cold wind blowing into my ears.

I feel sick.

I'm defiantly going to die.

"Sorry honey, you want me to close the door," the bar tender continued, "you seem to be in a draft.'

"If you don't mind, miss."

"No problem honey," She got up and closed it, but just before it closed a cat came running in.

"Do you feel ok, Jack?"

"Oh no, I'm fine miss…"

"Miss Telma, my names Telma. Shame, that cold lake really got you, huh? Lucky I found you under that chicken when I did."

"Indeed ….wait, why did you rescue me?"

"Cause I knew you were not guilty Jack… oops sorry, CAPTAIN Jack. You saying you're a Captain of a ship and all, and being really confused, you just didn't seem guilty of anything."

"Thank you for letting me stay in your bar"

"it's my pleasure, honey,' Thelma turned around and started to scoop something into a bowl, " it nice having some company, Louise and I get lonely for time to time, even with all the people coming in and out of here,' he said looking down at her snow white cat. He turned back aroung and looked back at Jack.

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She placed that bowl in front of me.

Its smell made me feel even worse.

Is this supposed to be SOUP?

I'm not going to survive here.

I fainted.